The Spontaneity of Modern Life
I don’t remember when was the last time I’ve read a book. All I know that the last one wasn’t a novel nor a biography. It must be about art. It’s actually writing about art. Oh yeah, I now remember these words: “Spontaneity of Modern Life.”
Those group of photos, a collections not by professional photographers but just normal hobbyists which were displayed in a art gallery. That time when there’s no IPhones yet. Been quite a while I’ve been a iPhone photographer.
When I transitioned into becoming one, I’ve relied more on photos in order to convey something.
Although I love to write long caption, eventually got so Lucy not to mention anything. I became an Instagrammer.
Been Sharing my photos with a thought: “ they speak a thousand words. My words became precious. It became all about the photos that’s why wasn’t doing blogs. Now, I want to start using words from time to time.